I have been in the Scottish Highlands for the past few weeks following the call of the bagpipes. Bagpipes and the Highlands appeal to our longing for open spaces where the abundance of purple heather grows generously in the moorland, glens and hills. Above it all, the lone bagpiper can be heard from far away reminding us of a time long ago.
Robert Louis Stevenson once wrote, “The mark of a Scot of all classes [is that] he … remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.” Perhaps he is right. Scotland Homecoming 2014 welcomed Scots from all over the world to celebrate all things Scottish. The festivities were still in full swing when we left.
The stories are held in the music, art and literature. So I’ll be following the bagpipes in the next series of post.